Sometimes you have to risk friction burn. Like Jack Kerouac once wrote, you have to “burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” Critics think he was talking about people. Believe me, he was talking about sex.
Writing Isn’t Like Sex. Writing Is Sex.
Robert Cormack

Good play on his words, clever use of the crass to outline an idea.

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